Bear With Me

I'm out of it. I have blog topics, family events, tragedies, Tobinisms racing though my head all the time and just haven't taken the time to post them. Well today Glory Laine readers need to just grab a snack, lock yourself in the computer room and prepare to be caught up. (Well sort of).
Stef wrote a wonderful post about a dream weekend with my girls that really took quite a different turn. I came back after just spending one night at Stef family beach house to a very sick little Jabe. He just couldn't shake a bad flu that had him not eating for five days. (Of course the five days before his weigh-in with the doctor.)
I had plans that weekend. Fun plans. Plans that included going to the beach with Stef and Jill and sleeping in, watching chick flicks, eating....whatever..... just not being a mother. I wasn't able to go last year because the thought of taking my little nursing twinado's to a tiny cabin with other mommies who needs rest sounded like a heart attack waiting to happen. So this year was my year. I left only because Jabe looked like he was on the mend. Matt called me Saturday morning to say that Jabe didn't look good. Very lethargic and still could keep anything down. He was off to take him to the doctors with all the kids. He couldn't get a hold of any grandparents so Pastor Ben came to help with the healthy ones. The doctor said Jabe was on the verge of hospitalisation if we couldn't keep electrolytes down him. I immediately came home. Turns out you can't turn off the mom button once you ativate it. We got Jabe to start drinking and he was on the mend after just a few hours. That same day our Dog was hit by a car. I had know idea how much I loved that stupid dog until I thought we lost him. But God still has plans for little Roscoe because after a 15 hundred dollars and a fractured hip he is still with us.

You have to see Mr. Jabe in Tobin's old swim suit....

And Ms. Phoebe loves to kiss

Tobin being Tobin

I told him the other day while shopping that we needed to start thinking of a gift for daddy for Fathers day. He thought for a while and said, "Mom, when is it kids day?" Sometimes it takes a lot of restraint for me not to shake some gratitude into him.

I love these pictures of Phoebe on the teeter toter. I swear I took them with-in seconds of each other. It's so hard being almost two.

I leave you with some more random park pictures.

My motto for the last few weeks: Life Comes At You Fast and if you blink you might just end up with a fat lip.